Its been a while since I've posted here long enough to wonder how to resurrect the blog and what to say, so a daybook seems to be the best place to start.
Outside my window...
Blue skies, green leaves, and an overgrown rose garden that needs encouraging at the end of summer.We are awaiting the official calling of a drought, and after weeks without rain, the few drops we had yesterday sent us rejoicing.
I am listening to...
The rustle of papers as my youngest finished his Science, the washing machine finishing a last load, and peace
I am thankful for...
A settled school day, the start of the year with three children in Omnibus has been busy, and normally I feel the stress to keep going, after all its so easy to slip. The students however would rather be chilling and enjoying the summer...
From the learning rooms...
This year is busy, and with the heat its been slow going. Not quite the report I'm looking for, and I'm trying to see the positives, but often its just to hot to really work. Definitely looking forward to a Autumn, at least during the school week.
From the kitchen...
Omega plums on the bench waiting to be turned into jam. Hopefully this afternoon. Zucchini chocolate cake in the cupboard waiting to be iced for this morning. I keep missing the zucchinis when they are small, and so we have marrows, I really don't like marrows of finding things to do with them.
I am reading..
Burke, "Reflections on the Revolution in France", Its a hard read, many swirls of thoughts, but a very interesting take on the relationship of Church and state, beauty and its effects on society and consideration of where we end up when we loose our heritage.
A few plans for the rest of the week:
Last week was hectic, and busy, this week I am hoping we get to slow down and smell the roses.
Here is picture thought I am sharing...
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Outside my window:
Snow: falling, blowing, piling deep. Over-crowded birdfeeder. Kitties at my door, covered in snow, looking inside at the woodstove with mournful stares. Shades of white. :-)
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